Death Bed

Chapter 1

The day was gloomy and the atmosphere is always the same but what can you expect it just a typical day nothing so special. Waking up, eating, going to school, do your routine, sleeping and so on until you repeat again all things day by day. Isn’t it tiring just by living in this world it’s like you are not living to make a purpose but instead your living just to live and have life. I don’t want to brag but since a was little and started going to school I always got a rank but who knows even you are been praising by your parent and savoring the moment all of them will turn to ashes because they will throw all there hardship to you just by doing one mistake or things that they don’t like. It is like you don’t have a right to do all the things that can make you happy but instead do things that can make them praise. Even I had all experience that glory in turns of flying colors in school have you ever ask what did I under go to achieved that.

Flashback I was 3 to 4 years old when I can’t even copy correct the text written in a sack of rice and what do a get in returned I was scolded by my father and say that “at your age, my niece can read, write properly and count numbers” well we came from a bloodline with flying colors. That why I work hard to learned thing but as expected there are still things they can say to you at the age of six I started going to school. and I burst up in the first crying for my mom to not live me cause I was really scared and day passed I adjust cause I am also with my childhood friend  and cousins. When I was on my half year already schooling I started getting comments from people comparing me to their child and the worstpart is that my aunt the sister of my father named Lanie started comparing me to my cousin Angelie and she doesn’t even treat me as her niece instead Angelie is the one who’s she is proud cause she can read do thing greater than me. At that age I feel that I am unwanted that I am not a right full owner of my surname Change.